i have a sword fairy

Chapter 580 Three People Sleeping Together, Same Bed, Different Dreams

In the courtyard, at the dinner party.

Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun, Qian'er and Yourong were all watching him quietly, but he couldn't tell.

Because he is looking at 'himself'.

Zhao Rong looked at himself reflected in the teacup, raised his head, and drank it down in one gulp.

The dinner continued.

Concubine Zhao Ling hosted the dinner in a harmonious and relaxed atmosphere, and under the curious suggestion of Mr. Yan and others, she also manifested a bamboo horse.

then.

A purple sword hangs upside down in the courtyard.

A dreamlike purple halo immediately enveloped the courtyard walls on all sides, like a shimmering lake and landscape.

The invisible sword energy resembling the autumn wind cleared the dark clouds over the courtyard, and the bright stars fell.

First-class mid-grade natal flying sword.

Everyone looked at it with different expressions, and most of them sighed in surprise.

This is a natal flying sword with a ridiculously high rank, which only occasionally appeared in the rumors of the famous Tianjiao who were famous in Jiuzhou that they heard on the mountain in the past.

But right now, it was right in front of them, right in the heart lake of that dignified and graceful woman with autumn eyes who toasted them.

In fact, this bamboo horse has long been famous.

Since it was born in Xia Chong Zhai that night, on the second day, its name and rank spread throughout the east and west of Duyou. As long as it is a place where the immortal family gathers, almost everyone knows Zhao Lingfei and her first-class middle-grade bamboo horse sword in Xiaoyao Mansion of Taiqing.

It is said that when the new city lord of Lian Youlan Mansion got up at night, after learning about this, they all sighed, and sighed to his left and right subordinates: "The Zhao family has a daughter, who is like a willow in the spring moon, and the porch is like a morning glow."

Roughly speaking, Zhao's concubine is as glamorous as a willow in spring, and her talent is as bright as a rising sun.

Zhu Yourong, Yan Jidao, Meng Zhengjun, Sima Duyi and others admired the sword under the moonlight, drinking with starlight, autumn wind and sword energy.

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to take this opportunity to boast about her husband, saying that it was his credit for the promotion of the bamboo horse, but when she saw Zhu Yourong shaking her head slightly at her, she realized that it was too late, and he might feel annoyed.

Concubine Zhao Ling had no choice but to swallow her words, not disturbing her husband, and she was lost in thought.

Then, halfway through the dinner, Concubine Zhao Ling got up with Xiao Qian'er, and solemnly toasted Zhu Yourong.

Thanks to Mr. Zhu for presenting the ink writing of the second daughter and husband, who saved Xiaoqian'er and gave Zhao Rong a chance at the critical moment in the Zhulin courtyard.

In addition, there is her help in searching and rescuing Zhao Rong today.

The two goddesses look sincere.

Zhao Rong, who had been distracted, also got up to toast.

One husband and two wives, the three of them thanked the Confucian shirt woman together.

Afterwards, Concubine Zhao Ling asked Xiao Qian'er to take out a heavy gift to thank Zhu Yourong.

The gift is indeed not light, the name is Whale Fragrance Ink, and the main material is collected from a certain type of whale beast that is about to become extinct in the depths of the North Sea.

This ink is very famous among the scholars of Jiuzhou Academy. It is a rare product among the Yagong of the study, and it has many wonderful uses.

This was originally Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er planning to send a husband to celebrate his success in the final exam.

But right now, my husband is not in a hurry to use it, so I will give it to Mr. Zhu first.

Zhu Yourong hesitated for a moment, then took it in front of Zhao Rong.

It can be regarded as... accepting the apology from Concubine Zhao Lingfei's second daughter.

Not long after, the dinner party ended, Zhu Yourong, Yan Jidao and other academy teachers dispersed, and each went back to rest.

Zhao Rong left the table and stood quietly for a while in the courtyard where the autumn wind was blowing, looking up at the starry sky and dispersing some of the smell of alcohol on his body.

He didn't look at the petite back of the little Qian'er who was tidying up the main wing not far away, he turned around immediately, chose a wing on the west side by himself, entered the room, closed the door, made the bed and folded the quilt, and lay down with his clothes on.

In the main room not far away, Xiao Qian'er, who was kneeling on the big bed and spreading the quilt, paused, then quietly put away the two white handkerchiefs embroidered with 'Fat Duck' in her hand, jumped off the bed, and poked her head Outside the house, he bit his lip and looked at the west wing room where Brother Rong'er slept with the door closed.

On the narrow road not far away, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had cleaned up the remnants of the dinner party, had stopped walking at some point, just like Xiao Qian'er, silently looking at the west wing room...

In the sky above the courtyard, the stars in the sky gradually became thinner.

Late at night.

The chirping of crickets and insects was heard in the distance.

The last light in the courtyard went out.

On the dark sidewalk.

A slender and petite figure, holding a cup of fragrant hot tea, quietly came to the door of the west wing, pushed the door tentatively with small hands, and found that it was not closed, but just covered.

The petite figure looked back happily, as if nodding towards a certain figure staying not far behind.

Then the petite figure gently pushed the door open and entered the room.

It seems to warm the bed for the husband.

After Xiaoqian'er entered the room, she was relieved to see that there was no movement on the bed in the back room in the darkness.

The girl quietly walked to the bed, picked up the teacup, took a sip of the fragrant tea, then slipped on her slippers and slipped into Zhao Rong's bed...

Not long after, the door of the west wing room was gently opened from the outside again, and a tall and graceful figure of a woman entered the room with an incense warm quilt in her arms.

It seems to be cold, I need to add some quilts to my husband.

Concubine Zhao Ling held her breath, and walked lightly to the bed in the back room. The brocade quilt in her arms had been warmed in advance with a smoke cage and hot water, soaking in the warm fragrance.

She picked up the teacup that Xiaoqian'er had put down with her plain hand, and took a mouthful of the fragrant tea she rinsed her mouth with.

These are the habits of women's boudoir before going to sleep. Warming the bedding and rinsing the mouth with fragrant tea can make the mouth feel fragrant and moisten the tongue.

Therefore, the women's boudoir is also known as the fragrant boudoir. Even the dream is very particular, and the dark fragrance floats.

Concubine Zhao Ling first put the incensed husband's clothes on the hanger next to him, so that he could wear them tomorrow.

Then she hugged the incense and warmed the quilt, and went to bed too...

Zhao Rong didn't fall asleep immediately.

He is still looking at 'himself'.

Of course, he also felt that Xiaoqian'er and Qingjun were going to bed quietly, so he didn't stop him.

At this time, Qing Jun was sleeping on his left side, next to the bed.

Xiaoqian'er was sleeping on his right side, inside.

The three sleep together.

The last time the three of their childhood sweethearts slept together was a long, long time ago, when Xiaoqian'er had not yet become a fourth-bedroom maid. She was Xiaochai at the time, and she was just taken out of the orphanage by him and Qingjun, and lived on a tree in the back mountain. in the 'secret cabin'.

It was the three of them playing house, but they slept together...

And after many years, in the west wing of this farmyard far away from Dachu in the Lidi mountain forest, Zhuma and the two green plums slept together again.

Only this time, the three of them are no longer playing house, and...the real king and wife.

In the darkness, the atmosphere was quiet at first.

Beside Zhao Rong, the two girls remained motionless.

At a certain moment, Xiao Qian'er blushed.

Then, as if there was a tacit understanding, Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face on the other side also blushed quietly.

Then Xiao Qian'er moved and buried her head in Zhao Rong's quilt.

He had taught her in Hanjing before.

The second wife of Lao Zhao's family is listening to the class seriously and taking notes with Xiaoshou, and she is quite proficient.

So the quilt bulged, and the girl got into the depths of her husband's quilt, not knowing what to do.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was sleeping on Zhao Rong's left side, covered her hot pretty face with one hand, and clutched a white handkerchief embroidered with a fat duck in her plain hand, and was about to get into the bedding and guide her to help.

Zhao Rong, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly moved.

In the darkness, the man who was sleeping in the middle suddenly got up and sat up, and through the brocade quilt, he stretched out his hand to block a certain cute little head in the quilt that wanted to arch and arch.

"Come out." He said in a tired tone.

"Hmm." Xiao Qian'er immediately got out of the quilt obediently.

She hasn't started class yet, and the books haven't been completely taken out yet.

On the bed in the darkness, the peach-eyed girl got out of the bed and took two quick breaths of fresh air. At this moment, her hair was a little messy, and she lowered her head as if she had made a mistake.

But Zhao Rong didn't seem to be angry about it.

He lay down again and covered himself with the quilt.

A soft sound wafted into the ears of Xiao Qian'er and Concubine Zhao Ling.

"sleep."

So Xiaoqian'er lay down obediently.

Then, on the pitch-black bed, silence was restored again.

The three of them shared the pillow, breathing steadily, and fell asleep peacefully.

At a certain moment, the two girls stretched out their hands carefully one after another, trying to wrap their arms around the arms of the man in the middle to sleep.

It seems a little nervous.

However, Zhao Rong did not move.

Ever since, the second daughter exhaled slightly, embraced his strong arms, and fell asleep peacefully...

Next to the bed, the west window is hung high, and moonlight falls from it, casting silver light on the wooden footstool in front of the bed.

I saw three pairs of shoes.

In the darkness where the moonlight cannot be seen, there are three different dreams.

……

Zhao Rong has been asking himself a question.

Since the quarrel with Qingjun Qian'er today, he suddenly asked himself...

What exactly does he want in this life.

Get up from the floor of Zhao Rong's wedding room in the Duke's mansion.

To find the piece of jade that made him feel guilty in front of his mother's grave.

And then he silently changed his destination, went northward and went all the way to Duyou City, and came to the end of the world.

What exactly is he looking for?
On the way north to Solitary City.

Zhao Rong witnessed the 'thing' that his friend Lin Wenruo was ambitious to pursue, and the 'thing' that Liu Sanbian, who was also a teacher and friend, wanted to defend.

He himself has become a 'good friend' Su Xiaoxiao is holding on to the 'things' he wants to get.

But what exactly does Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu want?
Is it success and fame?
The students in the school care about vanity and compete for rankings, while he is willful and willful.

The seniors in the academy were fighting openly and secretly for the number of places to study, but he stood by and watched.

Zhu Yourong appointed him as a teaching assistant in the calligraphy class, but he half pushed and half agreed.

Yang Wuwei invited him to study history on the seventh floor, but he refused decisively.

The little emperor and Zhang Huizhi asked him to stay to assist Sheji, but he shook his head and declined.

This time Dali Fengchan, it was only because of the guilt and responsibility for Gu Yiwu and other students of Zhengyi Hall that he tried his best to plan and rush around...

Is it the cultivation base that reaches the sky, and the pursuit of the avenue of longevity?

On weekdays, he practiced hard and worked steadily.

But when the sword spirit asked him to let go of all the shackles of the world of mortals, turn his head and go south to Xiaoyaozhou, looking for opportunities for the great road, and honing his cultivation realm, he refused early.

In Tunanzhou Jixia Academy, there are obviously endless opportunities for greatness, and Tao Yuanran also bluntly said that he is suitable for the big world stage where a hundred schools of thought contend, but he still stays in this lonely city at the end of the world.

Along the way, he obtained Taoist Ziqi, Liji Jianwan, Xiachongzhai wine and other great blessings, but he, who is obviously a waste of talent, gave it all to Tianjiao lady like a good fortune boy.

And not long ago, it was clear that he could get more chance treasures from the mythical transparent woman in the ruins for free, as long as he stayed with her, but in order not to make the beauties outside worry and sad, he declined and turned back directly.

At the same time, he didn't go to check the body repaired by the pure white cold palace, and the cultivation level after the recovery of the body, but returned with all his heart, and saw the beautiful woman first...

So……

What Zhao Rong really wants is a beautiful woman and soft food?
He traveled thousands of miles, all the way north, made love to Su Xiaoxiao, returned the jade to Qingjun, and then took it back and repaired the two Qingmei's unswerving love for him.

The three goddess-like beauties in pink that he could not have imagined in his previous life fell in love with him together, and were influenced by the ethics and customs of this world. The husband is the sky.

Moreover, as the angry words said not long ago, he can even bully them even more excessively, be a "untrustworthy, shameless, moral and rude person" that they can't do anything about, turn his hunting eyes on Zhu Yourong, and go to the jockey's contempt. Zu, try to attack this beauty with a big bowl of soft rice.

Be a philanderer who loves to collect stamps, eat all kinds of soft food, and can use the etiquette and customs, not to be condemned by the world, and even praised for being suave, leaving a good story that will be admired and admired by future generations of men.

So to be a "Peach Blossom Sword Master" who collects all kinds of soft food and eats them hard, is that what he has always wanted?
Zhao Rong before today, perhaps thought, yes.

His affection for Su Xiaoxiao and Qingjun is hard to bear, he wants them all.

He said to Meng Zhengjun, what's wrong with a seven-foot man who likes to eat soft rice.

He told Luo Xiu that the outside world is very interesting, but what he finds most interesting is the beautiful woman in front of him.

He told Lin Wenruo and Zhang Huizhi that Xu Qing would not allow the country...

This is what the former Zhao Rong thought he wanted.

but now.

He doesn't feel it anymore.

Today, it was supposed to be a happy reunion with the beautiful woman after going through all kinds of dangers, but let him witness Qingjun Qianer's jealousy, overtly and secretly chagang, and the innocent Zhu Yourong.

Today, he was furious and flew into a rage, but Qing Junqian'er immediately softened, and turned to hurting themselves and hurting him deeply with remarks that were so humble that they belittled themselves.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt tired.

Even when his right arm was torn off by Qin Jianfu, and his head was trampled under his feet by an old Gold Core monster.

He had never felt so tired before.

She smiled sadly and brightly when she saw Qingjun's words belittling herself.

Looking at the moist eye sockets of Xiaoqian'er's peachy eyes that were so red from crying.

At that moment, Zhao Rong also felt boring and strange.

It wasn't the kind of relationship and atmosphere he wanted with nice people.

Not what he wanted for the rest of his life.

At that moment, beside the heart lake.

A man suddenly lowered his head and looked at himself reflected on the surface of the heart lake.

Start asking yourself.

What 'something' does he want?
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　Thanks to the good brother of "Bitter Gourd Stewed Ribs" for the reward of 5000 coins! (Hey, it's a delicious dish, why don't we serve it in the next chapter, cough cough, it's five words for water!)
　　
　
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